Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
The Names,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.